This is my first fan fiction work. Please bear with my beginner's work. Thank you for your consideration. :) This is a fan fiction, so it might contain the impossible and I kinda altered some parts of it, I'm really sorry if you didn't like that.
This story is completely fiction. As Usagi-san says, "Any resemblance to real people is purely coincidental."
Welcome back, Uncle Nowaki!
I am Kusama Nowaki and I love Kamijo Hiroki with all of my heart.
"Hiro-saaaan!" I exclaimed with excitement as I opened the door to our apartment with my own spare key. It still gives me the chills, a skip-beat in my heart, and so much happiness when I think about that.
It was my summer break from medical school, abroad. As usual, I'm back in Japan to spend time with my beloved Hiro-san, my most important. It's been almost over a year since I last saw him. I missed him so much. I'm looking forward to this summer, too.
"Hey!" Hiro-san replied to me, annoyed. "...you might wake my daughter up, she just fell asleep." He continued.
Daughter? I thought. "W-What?" I muttered.
"Yes. I just found out about her recently, too." Hiro-san said.
"I-Is that so?" I said.
Hiro-san looked away with a somehow hurt look on his face.
"How old is she?" I asked.
"Five. She's turning six next month on the 27th." Hiro-san replied.
"Daddy..." A tiny little girl with a tiny little voice who just woke up said from behind Hiro-san.
"Yes, baby?" Hiro-san said to her. He lifted her up.
"I want milk." She said rubbing her eyes with her cute pouted lips.
"Okay, honey." Hiro-san said and took her to the kitchen.
Hiro-san took a tiny milk carton from the refrigerator and opened it. When I looked at the brand name, it shocked me to death.
"Hiro-san, stop!" I said and grabbed Hiro-san's arm holding the milk carton, spilling the milk all over me.
"Ah! Nowaki, what are you doing?" He said and grabbed several napkins from the tissue holder.
"No. What are you doing?" I replied to him as he wiped the milk on my face.
"Feeding my child..?" Hiro-san said.
"How long have you been feeding her this?" I asked him again.
"About three or four days already. Why? What is wrong with this milk?" Hiro-san asked.
"It contains a chemical that is very harmful. We studied it abroad and the findings suggest that if a child, her age, drinks it for at least 7 days, her body might not be able to handle the acids in it." I replied.
"W-What do you mean her body might not handle the acids in it?" Hiro-san asked again. "Tell me. Nowaki!"
"She... might... die." I said.
The moment Hiro-san heard the word 'die', at that instant, he grabbed the child and rushed out of the apartment. Panting, we reached the nearest hospital. We went straight right in the ER. Hiro-san put his daughter on a stretcher and walked her right in the room.
"Daddy... Daddy... Daddy, what's going on?" She asked in a frightened way.
"It's okay, baby, Daddy's right here." Hiro-san said.
I walked right into the room, too. As a doctor.
"It's gonna be okay, Hiro-san. I'll do my best. Don't worry."
That's reassuring. If it's Nowaki, he can surely do it. Hiro-san thought. "Nowaki, please save her. I love her. I love my only daughter." Hiro-san whispered to himself.
Two hours passed and we came out of the Emergency Room.
Hiro-san immediately stood up and ran up to his daughter's stretcher and grabbed her hand. "Haruka! Haruka, does it hurt somewhere? Tell Daddy. Please tell me." He said hastily.
"I don't feel anything, Daddy." She said and looked down at her father's hand and tried to move her fingers to tighten her grip. "Daddy, I can't feel my hand, I can't feel my body. Daddy, I'm scared."
"Nowaki..?" He asked me with such a nervous and uneasy face.
"It's just the anesthetics. It's okay now, Hiro-san. We'll transfer her into a private room." I reassured him.
"Oh. Thank God." He sighed in relief.
We have transferred her into the private room. Hiro-san just stared at her as if he's about to cry. He looked at her with a regretful look. Almost as if saying, "I'm sorry. I should have been more careful."
"So her name's Haruka, huh?" I said as I sat down the couch.
"Yes. The nun from the Child Care said her mother named her after me, somehow." Hiro-san said.
"Haruka... it means faraway. That's kinda sad. 'Haru' though, means sunshine." Nowaki said.
"Yes." Hiro-san replied.
"She is your sunshine. A wonderful blessing... to you... and to me." I told him.
"So... you're not... mad?" He asked.
"Why would I be?" I smiled.
"I can see that you love her a lot... and what Hiro-san loves, I will love, too." I told him.
Hiro-san just stared at me. Tears started falling for his eyes. I wiped them away, like any lover would do... and I hugged him tightly.
"This feels like we're a happy family." I continued.
"Nowaki..." He called out to me and cried.
"I love you, Hiro-san." I said.
After three days...
Once again, I open the door to our humble home...
"Uncle Nowaki! Did you bring me anything?" Our little Haruka said as I lifted her up and handed her a piece of candy.
"Haruka, stop asking Uncle Nowaki for presents every single day. And Nowaki, stop giving her candies, she'll get cavities." Hiro-san protested.
I chuckled. "This is only for summer. I'll be gone for a long time and won't be able to see you guys, so I'm making the most out of it."
"Oh! I forgot to tell you... welcome back, Uncle Nowaki!" She said and smiled brightly.
"I'm home, Haruka." I said and smiled back.
"Oh. I forgot." I leaned forward Hiro-san while still holding Haruka and gave him a sweet kiss. "The I'm-home kiss." I said and smiled proudly.
Haruka covered her eyes and laughed.
Hiro-san blushed and said while wiping his lips with the back of his hand, "Don't do it in front of the child."